Sunday afternoon.
The Sun hadn't shone all day.
No Sunday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed out on foot at 3-55 p.m.
It was overcast but mild.
By 4-09 they were on the Promenade.
The Bus Station Clock Tower read
8-45.
a.m. or p.m. nobody knows for sure.
They headed South.
It's what Beach Buoys do best.
🐯
The Car Park was busy but in contrast the beach, thankfully was quiet.
The tide was coming in.
It was already in enough to reclaim the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Two Spaniels ran at full speed as they tried to catch a Parcel of Oyster Catchers.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south near the water's edge with pebbles with legs for company.
They took aim at Stubborn Dog Stack, gathering suitable beach stones for the stack as they walked.
Up at the stack, a name had been added.
A child's name?
A pet's name?
It didn't matter, as all are more than welcome.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 4-40 p.m.
Someone had pulled down a driftwood marker post that Beach Buoy had put in the sand as an additional marker for the stack.
He would return with a big hammer...
for the driftwood post, not the person who took it down.
Beach Buoy stood, hands in pockets.
He looked inland.
A long narrow line of Gulls were heading for the sea.
What breeze that there was, blew onto his face.
"See you mate.'
They returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy tied a beach clean item to his beach bag.
He dragged it back as they headed north.
It was a little like having Stubborn Dog along for the ride.
Oyster Catchers flew overhead.
Beach Buoy, Another Dog and a plastic tub headed north on the water's edge.
As they reached the Promenade, the village Church Bells rang for 5-15.
It was still light.
BEACH BUOY.
